Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
REX
My lips curl into a grin as Stephanie hesitates. So close. So very close to actually asking me specifically for what she needs.
“You need help?” I repeat back, taking on a more stupid tone. “Whatever would you need my help for? Is it your car? I’ve already said my mechanic can look at it at any point.”
Her frustrated sigh makes my cock twitch. “It’s not the car. Well… It is, but not just the car.”
“Oh? This sounds serious. Perhaps you should come by my office so we can talk it over. I’m sure there’s nothing so bad that we can’t fix it together.” Or I can just fix it myself , I say silently, knowing exactly what’s going on with my baby girl.
Again, she hesitates. I can hear the pause in her breath, the way it catches in her throat. Is she wishing I’d just kiss her and make it all go away? Of course, I can certainly do that as well.
Shaking my head, I tap my pen against the stack of papers in front of me. “I haven’t got all day, Stephanie. Whatever it is you need from me, I’d rather you just spit it out. I’m a very busy man.”
“I know that,” she blurts out. “Any chance you have a job opening?”
Well, this certainly isn’t the direction I expected things to go. Seems as if my soon-to-be little girl is still trying to do things her own way instead of relying on me for what she needs. Time to disabuse her of that notion.
On my end, I make a grand show of clicking about on my keyboard, letting my fingers fall hard enough so she can hear it. It doesn’t really matter. I know every opening in my company. I know exactly where she could fit if I wanted her to work for me.
But I don’t. I want her to finally have an easy life, to know what it’s like to be pampered and coddled. Granted, to earn those things, she’ll also have to submit to my depravity, but all in good time. With a heavy sigh, I click about some more.
“We have nothing open. I thought you had a job. What happened?” As if I don’t know, but it still would be nice to hear how she might spin things.
“Oh. Ummm. Well... You see,” she hedges.
“Yes?”
“I was laid off.”
“Laid off? But how? Why? Profit margins show a massive record growth. All companies should be hiring right now.” The line stays silent. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“Why on earth would you think that?”
“Answer the question, and stop deflecting.” My balls clench as my little omega weaves her lies, forming a net around her for my capture.
“I’m not lying.” Another pause. “My position was terminated.”
Irritation crawls up my spine as she spins her half-truths, leaving out the pertinent information I already know. “Really? And that’s why there’s a set of red marks over your photo with the words fired with prejudice?”
“Fuck,” she murmurs under her breath.
“Yes. Fuck. Come to my office now.”
“Please, Mr. Rothsbourne. I-”
A wicked grin crawls up my face as my cock pulses behind the confines of my slacks. “What did I say about calling me that?”
“Fuck!” Her words fly from her lips so loud and hard I nearly pull the phone away from my ear.
“No, my dear. Fuck is not what I said. Tell me what I said.”
Moments go by where there’s not a sound. Nothing. I pull the phone away, making sure the girl didn’t actually hang up on me. But the call is still there. She’s just not saying anything.
Eventually, her sweet voice flows over the speaker. “You said if I called you Mr. Rothsbourne again, I’d have to call you Daddy.”
“Very good. So you do remember. Excellent. You are to be in Daddy’s office in twenty minutes. Any later and I’ll have to add to your punishment.”
“Punishment?” she cries out. “Now wait a minute. You’re not my father. You can’t just punish me. There are laws against this sort of thing.”
A soft growl vibrates in my chest as my balls clench. “Listen to me, Stephanie. I have no desire to be your father. Your Daddy on the other hand…” I trail off, allowing her to fill in the blanks.
Silence stretches out between us. At least she’s not outright rejecting the idea. “As for these laws you speak of,” I continue, “Can you list them? Please, I implore you. Show me which statute I’m in violation of. Perhaps the criminal code? I’d love to see exactly what I’m violating, so I make sure not to do it again.” With a smirk, I draw out that last word, my body nearly humming at the idea of violating every inch of her.
“You know I can’t!” her voice rises with a tinge of desperate hysteria, only fueling my arousal.
“Then my office. And do be prompt. Unless I need to send a car for you?”
Again, that damnable silence hangs in the air. I need to see her, to touch her, to actually look at her face as I’m talking to her. This over the phone business is slowly but surely eroding my patience. As loath as I am to spend another minute with her refusing to talk to me, I give her the time she needs. It’s only fair considering what I’m planning on doing to her later.
“I can manage.”
Fuck. Stubborn to her core. Very well, let her dig her own grave. I’ve offered her every hand I can, and she continues to bite me. Soon, she’ll have no one else but herself to blame for this downfall.
“Very well. Twenty minutes.”
Without allowing her a chance to argue or plead in any way, I hang up the phone. As tempting as it is to just go and get her myself, I continue to allow her to make these choices. Besides, it will certainly go a long way in showing her the error of her ways.
Pushing away from my desk, I examine the room, debating exactly how I’m going to punish her. As much as I want to have my hand smacking her lying, wayward ass, I worry it will be far too intimate for her. The last thing I need is to drive her away before she’s officially mine.
As I look at the various pieces lying on my desk, my phone rings again. Her number flashes on the screen, and my heart jumps a bit in my chest. Could she finally be relenting?
“Yes?”
“Ummm. I don’t actually know where your office is. I’ve never been there.”
A soft chuckle rumbles through my chest. “I’m at home, sweet girl. Once you arrive, the butler will be able to show you the way.”
“Thank you.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I tease, reaching down to cup the front of my pants.
“Thank you very much?”
“No no. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten.” The silence on the other end tells me she knows but doesn’t want to say.
I can just picture her sitting in her apartment, a pink blush fanning across her face. Soon, she’ll be calling me Daddy without such embarrassment. I mourn the day I’ll stop seeing that glint of humiliation in her eyes.
“Thank you… Daddy.”
“Good girl. You’re down to fifteen minutes. I’d get a move on if I were you. Traffic can be difficult around this time of day.”
“Could I maybe have more time?” The slight whine in her voice makes everything in me clench with need.
“Are you wanting to negotiate? You could have said something when I first proposed you seeing me here.” I lean back in my chair, unable to keep the grin off my face. My little girl is off kilter now. Just as I want her.
A sigh flutters over the speaker. “What sort of negotiation?”
“Let me send my car, and you can have all the time you need to get here.”
Silence.
It drags out, cutting her time with each little bit she stalls.
“I’ll take mine.”
“That’s fine. You have twelve minutes.”
“That’s not fair!” She cries out.
In the background, I hear the sound of her keys jingling as she presumably makes her way out the door.
“Life isn’t fair. See you in twelve.”
Before she can argue with me, I end the call. Now, more than ever, I can’t wait to see her in my office. There’s no way she’ll make it in time. Hell, she wouldn’t have been able to make it in the original twenty. But then, that’s the point.
As usual, I give her an option that will make life so much easier for her, but her damned pride and stubborn streak keep her from using it. Someday, she’ll learn. Maybe today.
Peering again at my desk, I look for anything that might help drive this point home to her. Unfortunately, all I have are some paper and pens. I suppose I could make her write lines for me. Possibly bring her back to a more child-like state where she might actually feel the need to depend on me.
There’s also the corner. So many possibilities. As I run my hand down my shaft, I brush against the buckle of my belt. Then again, there’s nothing saying I can’t do all three. Not only did she lie, but she also refused my help. That, in and of itself, isn’t punishment worthy. What is, is her agreeing to my terms and not meeting them.
If she wants my help, she needs to show me she can be pliant and moldable. But then, I wish I could say I was being charitable. In all honesty, I want my hands on her body and her underneath me, crying out my name as I slam into her with hard, punishing strokes.
Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and bring up the GPS tracker. At least she’s making her way toward me. At this rate, however, she’s going to be at least thirty minutes late. With a groan, I pull up her details on my computer, keeping it as a side tab while I go about my work.
Just because I want to bury my cock inside her sweet little pussy doesn’t mean the world stops. The financial district depends on me keeping a level head and doing my job. I can only hope she finds a match soon so I can finagle my way into getting my claws into her in a much more intimate way.
Unable to concentrate, I look through my emails, but so far, nothing. At her age, she should have a match by now. Hell, at my age, so should I. But then, I’m sure the government is saving me for someone they think is special enough to land me as a husband.
Damn this stupid virus. Damn us going into these various dynamics. But most of all, damn the government for thinking they know better. Whatever happened to love, lust, and just pure animal instincts? Is the population really so devoid of Alphas and omegas that they keep insisting on these barbaric rituals?
I make my living by knowing everything, by controlling everything. In the same vein, the money the government uses to fund all this shit is partially my doing as well. Without Alphas like me with their hands in every aspect of trade, the money would no doubt dry up.
How often have we had to bail out the officials? By all rights, I should be able to go directly to the source and tell them who I want. But no. Somehow, even with all my privilege, I’m bound by the same strictures as some basic Alpha who doesn’t even own his own business.
Elitist? Yes. Do I give a damn? No. Not when it comes to Stephanie.
Never when it comes to Stephanie. I’ll do anything to chain her by my side. And once she’s there, no one, not even the government, is going to take her from me.
She’s an itch under my skin, an obsession that robs me of my sleep, and a wet dream I can’t stop stroking myself to. It’s only a matter of time until that dream becomes a reality. And when it does, she’ll be on her knees begging for Daddy to fill up her pretty little pussy with his cum.